The Morning Star Part 6

The crown prince slapped me across the face with such force I was knocked back against the wooden panel behind me. I saw stars.

I heard a young female voice laughing and opened my eyes. A girl sat across from me, not far from Danilo, dressed in the black habit of an Orthodox sister. The headdress she wore was simple and covered her hair. The girl's soft, gray eyes glittered dangerously. Was she fae or some more-dreaded creature? I'd have to be wary of her.

"Where are we?" I asked. The bright afternoon sunlight stung my eyes.

"Almost to Trieste," the crown prince said. "The chloroform kept you sleeping for almost two days. I am sure you must be hungry, d.u.c.h.ess. I will have them bring you a tray." He nodded at the girl, who slipped out of our cabin.

"Who is she?" I asked the crown prince.

"She is your chaperone, and that is all you need to know at the moment. When she brings you dinner, you must eat."

I shook my head, and the tiny cabin began to spin. I did not want food. I wanted a bath. And a bed. In my own home in St. Petersburg.

George. I blushed as I realized I should have been a married woman by now. Two days? Had my grand duke tried to look for me? Trieste, Georgi, I thought as hard as I could, hoping he could hear my thoughts from hundreds of miles away. He's taking me to Trieste.

I received another slap to the face as the veiled girl returned. "There is no reason for you to tell the tsar's son where you are, my love. He will not bother to come looking for you now that I have you."

"I don't believe you," I said. But deep in my heart I was frightened by Danilo's words. George would want nothing to do with me if he thought the crown prince had compromised me in any way. And since I'd been unconscious for so long, he would not have been able to hear my thoughts. My hands were bound tightly together; I had no hope of escaping, and no way to defend myself against Danilo.

No, against Konstantin, I corrected myself mentally. Danilo's greatest fear had been that the lich tsar would use their bond and possess his body. I did not know which of them was my greater enemy. The lich tsar inhabiting a powerful Vladiki's body would be unstoppable. All he needed was a necromancer bride and his return to power would be complete.

"Yes, you will become my bride, Katerina. Not the grand duke's." He was able to read my thoughts so easily. My head hurt far too much for me to focus on keeping him out.

"Why are you taking me to Trieste?" I asked. "Why not back to Montenegro?"

"All in good time, my love. I would not want you to give away our secrets to the tsar's men."

I stopped trying to hold on to consciousness as the train rocked gently. I couldn't fight the oblivion any longer.

When I woke again, the train was pulling into a new station. It was daytime, most likely midmorning by the position of the sun. Danilo put a fur m.u.f.f over my bound hands and wrapped my coat around my shoulders. With an iron grip, he steered me off the train and toward a waiting carriage. "Do not make a sound. I don't want to mar that pretty face of yours again."

The girl in the black habit followed us silently. She would obviously not help me if I tried to escape.

My head was still throbbing. I wondered if my face was bruised from where I'd been hit. Would people notice? "Where are you taking me?" I asked.

Danilo squeezed my arm tighter, and I worried that he would actually break it. Mentally I listed the bones in the arm: ulna, radius, humerus. The hand: carpals, metacarpals. I stumbled a little as he guided me into the carriage.

I had no idea how much time had pa.s.sed since the last time I'd been conscious. One day? Two? I knew we were in Trieste from the signs at the train terminal, but what was in this G.o.dforsaken city? I smelled signs of the sea as we rode in the carriage through the streets. We approached a crowded harbor.

"Are we boarding a boat?" I asked.

Danilo smiled, but the green eyes gazing back at me were Konstantin's. "You are at the start of a long journey, Katerina," he said. "Already you are quite a ways from home."

I remembered Militza's tarot card. Had she known what was happening to her brother? And what he had planned? "Your sisters must be worried about you, Danilo," I ventured.

His eyes changed back to the crown prince's piercing black. He looked confused.

"Can you fight Konstantin?" I whispered. "Do you know where we are?"

"We're going to Egypt. He's looking for the sword." Danilo looked dazed, and scared. Of himself.

"What sword?" I asked, but before he could answer, the lich tsar was back in control. "Think about your sisters, Dani," I begged. That seemed to help him hold on and concentrate. "Militza and Anastasia are worried about you, I'm certain. They will come looking for you."

But Danilo was gone again. The lich tsar sneered at me. "They have no power over me, d.u.c.h.ess. Your powers are the only ones I am concerned with." His hand reached out and I flinched, but this time he was chillingly tender. He only caressed my jawline. "Soon I will show you what delightful wickedness a necromancer is born to do."

The carriage had pulled into the chaotic harbor. I was alarmed. Egypt was thousands of miles away from St. Petersburg. Why would Konstantin take me there? Was the sword he searched for the same one George had spoken of? Surely it couldn't be a coincidence.

The harbor was teeming with people shouting in all sorts of languages. I heard threads of conversations in German, Italian, French, and even some Greek. The sea air was hot and damp, uncomfortable for a day in late autumn.

Two strange-looking men met us at the docks. They gave the crown prince three boarding pa.s.ses for the steamer in front of us. With the boarding pa.s.ses in one hand, Danilo gripped my arm again with his other and guided me toward the steamer. The girl in the black habit followed behind, directing a man carrying luggage whom I had not noticed earlier.

For less than a second I thought about crying out for help; Danilo had already heard my thoughts. "If you want your family to remain safe, you will stay quiet and do exactly as you're told," he warned. "These men have comrades stationed in St. Petersburg awaiting my orders. I'd hate for some sort of accident to befall the d.u.c.h.ess of Oldenburg. Or your proud papa."

I felt sick but remained silent. Who were these men who would follow such madness? They looked odd, not quite right. Not undead, as I had first thought, but not human either. They had no cold lights at all. What could it mean? I tried not to stumble as he pushed me up the gangplank. Danilo showed our boarding pa.s.ses to the s.h.i.+p's purser, who welcomed us aboard.

"Allow me to show you to your cabin," a young man in a smart sailor's uniform said. He led us to a suite on one of the upper levels. It appeared we would be sailing in comfort, and perhaps for a long time.

"Why must we go to Egypt?" I demanded as Danilo pushed me into my room. "That girl is not an appropriate chaperone. I don't even know her name."

He ignored me. "You'll find your new trousseau has already been taken care of."

I noticed a trunk in the corner of the cabin. "I will not marry you, Danilo."

He smiled, and once again the crown prince's sad eyes stared back at me. "It would make your life so much easier if you stopped fighting me, my love. I will untie you as soon as the steamer puts off." He turned to go but stopped to look back at me with another grim smile. "It would not be wise of you to try and swim back to Europe."

I sank down onto my bed, my wrists raw from the tight ropes, and stared in horror at the trunk on the floor. This had to be a nightmare. I prayed to wake up, safe in St. Petersburg. George, I thought miserably, please find me. Hurry.

My cabin was cramped but elegant, and must have cost Danilo a small fortune. The bed was made with soft French linens, and there was wooden paneling on the walls. I looked out the tiny window to see the brilliant blue waters of the Mediterranean. I refused to think about what awaited me at the end of this journey.

I fell asleep on the bed waiting for Danilo to come and untie my hands. It was dark by the time he returned. The strange men were with him. "Who are you?" I asked, looking at one directly as I rubbed my newly freed wrists. He remained silent.

"They are servants of the sword, d.u.c.h.ess," Danilo said. "They are loyal to me, and when I possess the sword known as the Morning Star, their brothers will all be compelled to follow me. We will return to St. Petersburg in triumph and defeat Alexander Alexandrovich once and for all."

The crown prince was losing control over his body. I worried that his personality was starting to melt with the lich tsar's. Would Danilo be lost forever? There had to be a way to defeat Konstantin Pavlovich without destroying Danilo.

The Morning Star must have been the weapon of which George had spoken. A weapon to be wielded only by a necromancer. "What sort of creatures are these men?" I asked the crown prince.

"They are the Grigori. Their kind has been in hiding for thousands of years."

I'd heard of them before. George and the French wizard Papus had mentioned the Grigori when we'd been in the Crimea last year. But they had not told me who the Grigori were. "Are they blood drinkers?" I asked.

"Of course not!" Danilo said.

"But they are not alive."

"They do not die. But it is not the same as being undead." Danilo was in that strange limbo, where he was not quite himself but not quite Konstantin.

"Why must a necromancer carry their sword, then?" I asked.

"Why must a necromancer perform the ritual to summon the bogatyr?" he countered. "Both require your ability to manipulate cold light."

"But the Grigori do not have a cold light." None that I had seen, anyway.

The lich tsar's eyes gleamed in Danilo's face. "The Morning Star provides them with cold light." He stood up and looked out the tiny window at the setting sun. "You should dress for dinner. I will return to take you to the s.h.i.+p's dining room at eight o'clock."

When I was left alone, I sighed and opened the trunk to examine the dresses Danilo had provided. There were expensive gowns from Paris, smart English riding suits, and flimsy nightgowns that made me blush. I decided I would sleep in my own clothes, in the gray-blue gown I had intended to wear at my wedding. My heart twisted as I slipped out of the dress and laid it on the bed. I had to believe that George Alexandrovich was searching for me. That I would be rescued soon.

I selected a pale rose gown for dinner. Its neckline was the highest of all the gowns in the wardrobe, even though it was much lower than any of my gowns at home. I carefully put away the others, praying this trip would be over soon and I would not have to wear anything else that Danilo had bought me.

Danilo escorted me on his arm up to the first-cla.s.s deck, which held the dining room, the smoking room, and the billiards room. I heard one of the pa.s.sengers in the hallway mentioning a library as well. I hoped I'd be allowed some freedom while we were on board. It was obvious I could not escape back to Russia from here.

The dining saloon for the first-cla.s.s pa.s.sengers on the steamer was a beautiful mahogany-paneled room with heavy velvet drapes blocking out the blazing setting sun. The plush red carpet was decorated with golden medallions. An enormous chandelier swayed gently as we pa.s.sed beneath it. We had been lucky to have calm seas on the Mediterranean so far.

The oyster pie and beef Wellington were both excellent, and I enjoyed dinner despite myself. Of course, it had been days since I'd had a proper meal, and the chloroform was now completely out of my body.

Danilo signaled to the waiter to refill my gla.s.s of wine. "You look beautiful tonight, Katerina."

I was suddenly suspicious of the wine. I decided not to drink any more and sipped from my water goblet instead. Ignoring his compliment, I asked, "How long have you been planning this journey?"

"Ever since I discovered the existence of the sword."

"How did you learn of it?"

"An ancient book of Johanna's. And something Militza discovered during her honeymoon in Egypt." His voice was strange again. Not quite Danilo's, not quite Konstantin's. He was turning into a completely new personality altogether. The thought frightened me. I would have never believed such a thing possible. "Johanna had a book about the Grigori and their years of service to Vlad Dracul. The Impaler at one time wielded the Morning Star himself."

"How did he acquire it?" I asked as the waiter whisked our plates away and replaced them with berry compotes and a plate of cheeses and fruits.

"He stole it from the Ottoman pasha. Unfortunately, the Ottomans stole it back at Vlad's deathbed."

"How did the sword end up in Egypt?" I asked. The compote was heavily spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg and something else I could not place.

"It's believed to be hidden in the ruins of an ancient Coptic chapel. Or it could be hidden within the Graylands."

Coptic? I'd never been anywhere near this far from home before. The thought filled me with despair. George would never be able to find me once we reached Egypt.

Danilo drank the last of his wine and watched me. His eyes had changed again, and now they were no longer his piercing black, nor were they the emerald green of the lich tsar's. Instead, they'd blended to a grayish hazel. The color was startling against Danilo's olive skin, and not unattractive. That was a disturbing thought that I pushed out of my mind as swiftly as I could.

"Come, I have a gift for you." He reached into his coat pocket and drew out a piece of jewelry.

"That's not necess-" I started, but then I saw what he held in his hand. "How did you get that?"

It was the Talisman of Isis. It belonged in the Vorontsov Palace with the Order of St. Lazarus. Miles away from where we were.

He smiled. "Do not concern yourself with how I obtained it. I believe it will prove extremely useful, d.u.c.h.ess." He stood up behind me and placed the talisman around my neck. I s.h.i.+vered as his cold fingers brushed against my bare skin. As a necromancer, I was the only one who could use the talisman. It allowed me to summon undead beings to my aid. But I was loathe to do so, and I prayed that it would not be necessary.

"Why do you even need me?" I asked, thankful when he began to pace the room. It made me nervous when he stood so close to me. Konstantin had once been a sorcerer, and if he was using Danilo's body, he would have no problem drawing upon all of his powers and using the Morning Star to fight the bogatyr.

"Why?" He stared at me with his strange hazel eyes. "Because I must have a necromancer for a bride, Katerina. You shall be the next empress of all the Russias. And the mother of the next heir to the throne."

A wave of nausea rolled in my stomach. "I will never marry you," I said. But I was scared and uncertain. I had no way of defending myself against him. What if he took me by force?

Danilo laughed, my thoughts crystal clear to him. "Your precious virtue is safe, Katerina. For the moment. We shall marry in St. Petersburg in front of the church patriarch and all of the Romanovs." He stopped his pacing and walked around behind me, lifting a loose curl from my shoulder. "And then, dear Katerina," he whispered in my ear, "then you will be mine."

Danilo left me alone in the dining saloon, for which I was grateful. I wanted nothing more than to escape back to my cabin in peace. I spotted the two Grigori on the observation deck, speaking in hushed tones with the girl in the black habit. As much as I wished to retire to bed, I wanted to learn more about my traveling companions.

The full moon was high in the sky, lighting up the sea almost as bright as daylight. The moonlight also lent an unholy look to the pale, stone-faced men as I approached them. They were taller than any of the other men I'd seen on the boat, and they towered over the girl. "Why are you here with the crown prince?" I asked. "Why would you want to help him?"

The one on the right appeared to be the older of the two. "We serve the sword, d.u.c.h.ess. When the sword calls, we must obey."

The girl's smile wasn't friendly. "We must all obey the lich tsar, including you."

"But he doesn't possess the sword yet," I said. "What has convinced you to obey him now?"

She shrugged. "He has you. And you will help him find the sword soon enough."

I turned back to the strange men. "What if the one who holds the sword is wicked? Are you still forced to serve that person?"

The elder Grigori looked down at me, his face impa.s.sive. He reminded me of the members of the Order of St. Lazarus. "The sword itself is very wicked, my lady. Do you not know who first carried the Morning Star? It was Lucifer himself. With that sword, he led the angels' rebellion."

I stared at him as the meaning of his words sank in. The breeze off the water had turned chilly, and my hair was beginning to fall from its carefully arranged knot. I rubbed my arms and hugged myself. What made Konstantin believe he had the power to wield Lucifer's sword? "You are demons, then. Fallen from heaven."

"Not demons, though they are our brethren. When the Grigori fell, they were trapped on earth in physical bodies. Not mortal, but not able to leave this plane either."

"And you cannot die." What a terrible army they would make. A formidable match for my own undead soldiers. No wonder Danilo wanted the Grigori on his side.

He smiled, but the gesture did not make him appear any friendlier. "No."

His companion, the younger-looking one, said something to him in a language unfamiliar to me. Nodding, the older of the two looked back at me. "It is true. You are a necromancer and you could wield the Morning Star. But are you strong enough to command the Grigori?" The girl laughed. "I think not."

"And who exactly are you?" I asked, whirling on her. "What has Danilo promised for your part in all of this?"

Her eyes hardened. "The crown prince has not promised anything. And what has been promised to me is not your concern." She stalked off, leaving me alone with the Grigori.

"Are you here against your will?" I asked the younger one. When he looked at his elder and they both nodded, it gave me a little courage. They probably had as much reason to hate the crown prince as I did. "So why would you allow Danilo to command you to fight the current tsar and his family?"

"We are condemned to chaos, d.u.c.h.ess. It is our nature," the elder Grigori said.

"You don't wish for something different?" I asked. "Don't you grow tired of the battles?"

The younger one spoke up. "We've been weary of the battles and the fighting for a thousand years already. But nothing will ever change. The sword pa.s.ses from man to man, and we follow the sword."

"What if the sword was destroyed?" There had to be a way to keep the Grigori safe from the lich tsar's clutches.

The elder Grigori's face remained impa.s.sive. "The Morning Star was forged in heaven itself. It cannot be destroyed."

Their lack of emotion was unsettling. They were like wooden soldiers. I decided to return to my cabin before they tired of answering my questions. Hopefully I would be able to talk to them again before reaching Egypt.

When I got back to my cabin, I remembered that my copy of A Necromancer's Companion had been left behind in Riga, with George. I slumped down on the elegant iron bed, wis.h.i.+ng I had the book with me to research the Grigori. Surely there would be information in Princess Cantacuzene's book about the creatures. Especially if they were linked to necromancers. I'd heard Danilo call them Watchers, but that implied that the Grigori stood back and did not interfere in the human lives around them. This was an inaccurate a.s.sumption, I feared.